Nigel was no misty-eyed virgin. He’d had s*x, more than a dozen lovers, men and women both. The captain was a woman of many carnal appetites and was French besides. He’d walked in on perhaps twenty couples; there was no privacy aboard an airship, nor much in the guardsroom.
And never, ever, had he seen anything like this.
The vampire stood behind Agnes, one arm supporting her lithe form, the other finding and fondling her round breast. His lips brushed her throat, once, twice. His fangs descended, sharp and brilliantly white against lips as red as cherries.
Agnes gasped. Her eyes rolled back and all the strength went out of her knees. She shivered, her weight entirely supported by the vampire. She lifted one hand weakly backward, trying to touch him, her legs pressed tight together, bod
